Page 46 of The Prodigy

“Okay.”

I went to get out, but he grabbed my hand.

“Hold up,” he said.

“What?”

“I forgot to say please.”

My eyes met his. I was still acutely aware of his touch on my hand, of his warm, rough skin pressing against mine. My heart raced, my skin tingled. But when I saw the look in his eyes, I felt warm. All over. Especially down below. My clit thumped so hard, I wondered if he could hear it.

He stared at me with the question in his eyes. I knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn’t a plate of his mother’s food. The thing was, I wanted it, too.

I leaned in and pressed my lips softly against his, my body going into overdrive as it registered the mild sensation. Just like last night, when he set me on fire. I wanted him so bad after that kiss, I almost cried myself to sleep.

I pulled back immediately, snatching my hand away. Because this? Was trouble.

He was sucking me in.

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, then he bit it before saying, “Thank you.”

I fought against the urge to do it again. Instead, I made a joke like a shy thirteen-year old girl.

“So we kiss now? Like, that’s a thing we do?”

“Shit, we married. Married people kiss. Et cetera,” he added with a smirk.

“We’re fake married, though.”

“That kiss felt real, though, didn’t it?”

My eyes shifted away from his.

“I hate to break it to you, shawty, but me and you got chemistry.”

“I know.”

Our eyes locked again.

His tongue swiped across his lower lip again, and I wished it was mine. “You need to go on in the house Malika.”

I breathed in deep. “Why?”

He stared down at my chest. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go in the house. Right now.”

I wanted to stay and flirt, because he had left that door wide open, but that was my body talking. My mind was telling me no. It was warning me to put a stop to this now before it went any further. This wasn’t a good situation at all, and if I kept on with this, I would only make things worse.

I gathered all the courage and willpower I could and dragged my ass out of the car.

His pull was so fucking strong, though. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way up the driveway.

I’d seen the man kill somebody, so I knew he was dangerous. But the way he had me feeling…well, it was a different type of danger. And it was terrifying.

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